Dreams Should Come with Buttered Popcorn
by Gary Hardaway
As the bones and muscles rest,
the brain plays impish tricks
and entertains itself with avant garde
home movies spliced from pilfered footage
from the archives. The limbic system
herky-jerks to dredged up assemblage
an unrepentant, Loki-mon subconscious
screens inside the brain dome's I-max theater.
As the master sleeps, the rat-boys play
with focus, saturations,
and otherworldly angles of light.
Holy shit, this is great! *
For me, “the brain dome's I-max theater” works especially well.
I just enjoy this more with every read.
"avant garde
home movies spliced from pilfered footage". Such a delight.*
Yes to this piece, Gary. Turtles all the way down. *
well said *
Thank you, Jane. And Steve, Carol, Gary, Sam, and Beate. The gratitude for your generosity is deeply felt.
I don't know why such things are so exciting to me, but they are. Love it. A favorite.